Chapter 30

The kiss sent waves of tingling through his limbs, drawing him in.

The pleasant, welcome intimacy was as refreshing as rain after a long drought, and it made Shen Yi want more and more.

When you were drunk, you could do whatever you wanted, just like Fu Yuhe had that night. Fu Yuhe had taught him that.

Author's note:

Fu Yuhe: I did not.

Chapter 14: Terrible at kissing

The pressure on his lips was soft, while the hot breath against them was overbearing, as if it meant to swallow everything.

Fu Yuhe didn't know whether Shen Yi had drunk milk, eaten cake, or both, but his lips were fragrant and sweet. Even Fu Yuhe, who disliked desserts, found himself less averse to the taste of sweetness.

A tingling sensation spread through them both.

For the first three seconds after Shen Yi pressed against him, Fu Yuhe's expression was blank. He was at a rare loss, and his rising body temperature, racing blood, and burning earlobes made him realize he was a little flustered.

Sweat beaded on his palms. In front of him were Shen Yi's gentle, clear features, like a handful of white snow waiting to be touched.

He recalled Shen Yi saying he was "drunk."

Drunk on what? Milk?

But unexpectedly, Shen Yi's "ill intentions and impure thoughts" didn't seem to disgust him.

Often, a person's impression of someone could be influenced by the atmosphere and surroundings, leading to an entirely different judgment.

His fingertips curled slightly at his sides. Before the storm raging in his mind could settle, Shen Yi had already made his next move.

It crossed a line, yet felt entirely natural.

He parted Fu Yuhe's lips and teeth, mingling his breath with his.

That night had been like opening a strange new door, giving Shen Yi a marvelous experience.

But this time was different from that night. It lacked the fiery intensity of that encounter and was more like a pool of warm spring water. Shen Yi immersed himself in this haven of tenderness, like a stubborn child waiting for a response, but Fu Yuhe's lack of reaction made him frown slightly.

His eyelashes fluttered twice.

Why isn't he moving? Doesn't he like it? But that night, Fu Yuhe was clearly just as excited as I was.

The close, lingering kisses stopped for a moment.

Kissing was certainly interesting, and Shen Yi liked it very much, but something seemed wrong tonight... It wasn't like that night.

For now, he didn't understand that the passion of that night was called "arousal."

When one person was swept up in a kiss and the other was like a block of wood, it rather spoiled the mood. Shen Yi half opened his eyes.

A dark light surged in Fu Yuhe's deep eyes, beautiful as obsidian. His expression was like that of a sleeping beast that had been awakened; under the excessively bright lights, none of its subtle changes could be concealed.

Shen Yi's jaw was taut. His upturned eyes, which gave him an unruly look, were clear and misty, like gems veiled in fog. His frown showed a hint of impatience. He still had hold of Fu Yuhe's collar, and two buttons had popped off his shirt.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he drew back, putting some distance between them. In a slightly husky voice, he demanded, "Why aren't you moving?"

Fu Yuhe's voice was even huskier and deeper than his. "Shen Yi-"

After saying his name, he seemed to stall. His thin lips parted, but he never said another word.

In his eyes, Shen Yi's feelings were bold, passionate, uninhibited, forward, and frank.

Feelings that burned too fiercely were easily cut short.

Fu Yuhe had to admit that he felt some impulse of that kind toward Shen Yi, who was the same age as his younger brother. But when it came to their future, he wasn't confident they would last.

Fu Yuhe was a man who did things according to plans and procedures. He didn't want to be too casual about matters of the heart.

Whether physical desire and a fleeting stirring of the heart were enough to stake both their futures on remained to be seen. Once a relationship began, there was no turning back: either they would live happily together, part amicably, or leave each other badly hurt. Fu Yuhe imagined what would happen if they really did start something. Would he still allow Shen Yi to leave him? The answer was no.

Given his and Shen Yi's personalities, the outcome would be either the first or the last.

He took a quiet breath and raised his eyes, their color darkening slightly.

But before he could speak, Shen Yi had raised a hand to grip his chin. Then, under Fu Yuhe's arrested gaze, he brushed a kiss against his lips and pulled away.

"Next time I kiss you, respond to me." Shen Yi's tone was light, yet somehow sounded a little dangerous and displeased. "Like you did last time."

As if afraid Fu Yuhe wouldn't know which time he meant, he added, "Like the night of your birthday."

Compared with Fu Yuhe, who was thinking so far ahead, Shen Yi's thoughts were much simpler.

He simply liked the feeling of kissing, and because he liked it, he wanted more.

Fu Yuhe's heart skipped a beat. His voice was low as he said, "Are you ordering me around?"

No, he should tell him outright that there wouldn't be a next time.

Shen Yi said, "If that's how you want to see it, there's nothing I can do."

Fu Yuhe said, "..."

Shen Yi said, "But when you kissed me last time, I responded."

Fu Yuhe said, "..."

So I'm supposed to return the favor?

He tugged at the corner of his mouth and said with a derisive laugh, "You're too bad at kissing. I didn't feel anything."

"Really?" Shen Yi thought for a moment. "I'm a beginner. It's understandable."

For no apparent reason, Fu Yuhe felt as though a feather had brushed across his heart.

So pure.

He caught sight of the fruit wine beside the barbecue on the table and licked his lips.

So that was the taste of fruit wine.